Her home and pride was Northern Ireland; to her Norn Iron.
Grassy, my environment pleasing to a gassy bovine
Limits learn yours, told her I know mine
Spliff demanded a cough tithe
Hackthroated, near to croaking
Looked over at me cock-eyed, astounded
Her ability to boss me about circumscribed
Curtained garden certain mercury required, murky thyme
Working through bushels in double time
Muscling down doubles in furtive dives
Binary sight, simpler times, black and white
Like my untucked shirt and ugly tie
Spilled White Russian sky, out after closing time
Oxides to the nose, stole wine from the Indian I know
Nommed bhaji, leaving need-cleaning khazis numbed
Never let my enemies win, can’t have Brock as Tai
Pan. Lures for backbound daggers, hosting mock ides
Wasn’t as mousey without trousers
Colour this old hound astounded
We smoked it a lush downs it
Big nugs to powder, ground it
She rolls fine joints. My highness redounded to her Highness’ credit
Good credit, never hounded.
Alchemisland 
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